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CHAPTER ONE: EXPECTING
Harry groaned, shifting his position to relieve his aching back. It wasn't easy brewing for two hours in Potions class when he was two weeks away from giving birth to his second child.
"Easy, love," Draco whispered tenderly, brushing a loving hand down his back.
Harry smiled softly back at his boyfriend of two years, his mind returning to all those long nights Draco had suffered under the strain of carrying their first child-- their little girl, Sandrinia. When he slipped into Slytherin to snuggle up next to Draco in bed, he often found Draco's chest bared, tenderly nursing their baby girl, her cute little mouth suckling at his swollen nipples.
Soon that would be Harry.
"I'm ready to have this baby," Harry said, smiling ruefully. "I feel as big as a house."
"I know what you mean," Draco replied indulgently, remembering his own pregnancy. "But it's just another week, sweetie, before our little man comes kicking his way into the world."
"Better than him kicking me," Harry joked wryly.
Draco stroked Harry's belly tenderly; he felt his child kick against his lover's stomach, perhaps in response to his daddy's touch. Harry covered Draco's hand with his own, and the two loving parents smiled at each other warmly over their simmering Draught of Living Death.
It had been an enormous shock, just three weeks after Harry and Draco had consummated their love, when they learned that Draco was pregnant. Little Sandrinia had been a shock to them all-- especially to the rest of the school, entirely unaware that Harry and Draco had been dating on and off since the beginning of sixth year, much less lovemaking. The baby grew quickly, as per all male wizarding pregnancies, and three months later-- fast enough to make Harry's head spin-- little Sandrinia had been born.
Funny enough, Harry hadn't realized male wizards could get pregnant, much less that the baby would be born in such a short span. He'd feared he wasn't prepared to be a parent. But it all changed when he stared for the first time into darling Sandrinia's bright, blue eyes.
Their next pregnancy wasn't quite as much of a shock-- they loved their little girl, and were eager to have a little brother for her-- but it was still a bit overwhelming, knowing neither had finished Hogwarts yet. Harry was still adjusting to fatherhood, yet now he was pregnant himself!
"You'll be an auror, and I'll play Quidditch, and we'll raise our children the right way," Draco had promised Harry when they learned for the second time they were to be parents. Even though his father had cut off Draco's fortune when he refused to become a Death Eater, Harry was confident his own vault could support them both until they found their way to their feet.
"Soon our son will be born. We'll finish Hogwarts, and then we'll go on a nice vacation, and get married under the coconut trees," Draco cooed. "We'll leave little Sandrinia with her godfather for a few days-- it will be good for both of them."
Harry half-smiled, half-grimaced. He'd objected heatedly when Draco had chosen Snape for the godfather to their little girl, but he had to admit that Severus had a way with children, and a latent affection for them. He couldn't say how many times they'd returned from a rare evening out to find Snape curled up on the floor, playing choo-choo train with their darling Sandrinia.
Their daughter seemed to have wormed her way even into the cold Potions Master's heart. Harry personally thought it was because his little girl had softened Severus's heart, that Snape had finally overcome his reservations and asked Remus Lupin out on a date.
Lupin and Snape had happily broken the news to them just this last week-- they, too, were expecting. Severus was due in three months; already his belly had a little bump with their future child.
"We're naming him Tristan if he's a boy, and Jessamine if she's a girl," Snape informed them, beaming with joy and Lupin hugged him from behind.
Harry found it difficult to hate Snape, now that he loved their daughter and might be expecting one of his own.
But just thinking of the subject troubled him. He knew Draco was counting upon this child being a boy, to the point that he'd even refused to speculate about possible girl-child names. With no way to gauge the sex of a male pregnancy child, it made Harry a bit nervous about the prospect of disappointing his husband by delivering a girl.
But he'll be fine with it, won't he? Harry wondered, watching Draco out of the corner of his eye.
Little did he know, he was very wrong.
To Be Continued?
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